Brooding melodramatic, in plain sight of whim
left shoe-strings back home, tried and plundered.
A stray thought provoked strange fancies,
fey people, dwarfs, gremlins--
I can't take them too seriously,
for the magic of that world is broken!
Over a cup of English tea,
I can see the willowy road still waiting.
Yet the fey are wise in their own wits,
but I can't be expected to go along with them.
Author notes
4) Dismantled fantasies upon the crypt of lies
A contest entry
- PIF PROMPT CONTEST by penman.
700 points, ended August 19, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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Wonderful
Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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